Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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I never publicly announced
My desire to be this way,
Dad, must you reprimand me
Just for having a bit of spunk?
F-CK YOU!
What would you know about hard times?
What would you know about me?
You say you try to ask,
But you are asking all the wrong questions!
I can always see you scoff
At the things I hold as treasures.
F-CK YOU!
Why should I care, you don't.
You dismiss everything
Or blame it on my attitude.
I guess John could never do no wrong.
You let him get away with everything.
I'm 20 years old and
Can get away with nothing.
I'd leave and go live on the streets
But you manage always to stop me,
For fear that you'd have
To pick up my slack.
Apparently I'm not as big a concern
To you as the TV.
What a sh!tty way to treat your daughter.
F-CK YOU!
April 8, 2004
Suge
My desire to be this way,
Dad, must you reprimand me
Just for having a bit of spunk?
F-CK YOU!
What would you know about hard times?
What would you know about me?
You say you try to ask,
But you are asking all the wrong questions!
I can always see you scoff
At the things I hold as treasures.
F-CK YOU!
Why should I care, you don't.
You dismiss everything
Or blame it on my attitude.
I guess John could never do no wrong.
You let him get away with everything.
I'm 20 years old and
Can get away with nothing.
I'd leave and go live on the streets
But you manage always to stop me,
For fear that you'd have
To pick up my slack.
Apparently I'm not as big a concern
To you as the TV.
What a sh!tty way to treat your daughter.
F-CK YOU!
April 8, 2004
Suge
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Brought to you by the letters F & U
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